narrow potholed roads
long winding switchbacks
blind corners that lead
the chosen to heaven

the rest of us
sinners

rotting slash piles
in a clear cut
fireweed rising
from raw earth

in this land of trees
the forest is forgotten

Stare out
Into the skyline.
Look at
The wavering distance.

Where the illusion of
The sky on fire,
Hinders the word
From hearts of ire.

Golden silver,
Midnight blue.
Let the storm,
Bring morning dew.

Crashing waves,
Flickering lights.
And off into the distance,
You let out the sigh.

I fight a constant battle
With who I used to be,
And how it compares
To the person I am now.

I was broken down in a lot of ways,
And it made me cold,
And sooner or later
That cold broke too,
And I became fearful
And shaky.

But upon carefully looking closer
At this
I've found that
I can slowly rebuild myself
Into being somewhat okay,
Even if I am a different version
Of myself.

I'm not sure if death is an injury
but from the Rockies to the Yangtze
If you read any Bukowski
You may never rip that knife free

Two days
from now
you won’t remember
how I laid you down
delirious,
my six-year-old
daughter
swooning

spoonfuls
of purple
medicine
sickly sweet

your body burning
up beneath
pink sheets
you kicked
to the foot
of the bed

I swear
you were
dreaming
of mermaids
saddled on pink dolphins
like bejeweled rodeo stars
mermaids
swimming closer
mermaids
with long yellow hair
bucking waves—
sea girls with
one hand raised
in salty air,
orbiting
in circles
overhead,
wee galaxies
of ocean mist,
droplets
of sweat
on your lips.

At dawn
your fever
broke with
the sweetness
of candy glass
mason jars;
fireflies
escaping
as embers,
a dimming
delirium
of stars.

Two days
from now
you won’t remember
how I came to you
in the middle
of the night
when you cried
out for me,
your voice
unfamiliar—
a song sung
by a small girl
burning up
beneath
the sea.

These arms
  are yours
to break,
So steal me
in the clench
of your teeth.
Lull me into your *******;
make me your little
**** ***.
Longing
to connect,
release your
blackest sunset;
Let us not forget
one another.

Nuzzled
in your
Forever,
I'm eternally
Found
&& Grateful.

I've hollovved out a hallovv realm;
vvhere only boneships sail,
vvielding verbs of vengeance;
My vvords float on flesh.
Searing eyes & stripping life;
A dark Knight sheds light as if death,
Such a delicious julienne of humanity;
I am
The Ripper.

The sky cries.  
Its tears fell on my head.
The emptiness i felt.
No words could be said
for I was mute and my heart
was torn into pieces.  

The greyness of the clouds
reflected my soul
which was dark
and was everything but whole.
Colourless 'twas
but the greyness of grey
and blackness of black
were visible.  

Mine heart was crushed
and torn to several pieces.  
They scattered into the abyss.
Mine heart was wrinkled and the creases
were visible.  

The leaves I came across
were fragile, easily torn
like my being so used,
so worn out,
from crying and longing
for mirth and liberty.

Everything I had
slipped through my fingers.  
Easily, they left and were gone.
But not everything left me.
My fears and doubts were still there.
Accompanying me as I walk
down this dark tunnel.

No source of light.  
I couldn't see anything but darkness.
So long, the tunnel was.  
Never-ending, the path was.
With every step I took,
my heart screamed,  
my legs throbbed.

I breathe in and out
but poison entered my lungs
for I feel sick and dizzy
with all the breathing.
It didn't help me
and made me feel worse.

A streak of light, I  could see.  
As I approached it,
emanating from the opposite end,
a cool breeze swept through me.
The smell of rain wafted.  

I remembered it all.  
The reason why I was
in deep lament.
For these thoughts shalt not leave me, impossible to banish.  
The reason why I wanted
to vanish.  

The smell of rain,
the smell of humidity,
took me back.  
I was transported into the past
like a wheel, spinning fast
before my very eyes.

The light neared me.
With much anticipation,
I approached it,  
and the last thing I could remember
was the smell of rain.